Get Hip Records
Paint Fumes – If It Ain't Paint Fumes It Ain't Worth a Huff – New LP
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$ 16.00
Second album by North Carolina outrageous Punk band. Follow-up to their smokin' debut on Slovenly Records!
In the year of the horse, the 'Fumes swelled in ranks with Ian Rose and Ben Carr of NC synth-topian punks Natural Causes, starting 12 thrash bands and surviving on nothing but hallucinations of vegetarian chimichangas. Together this crew ruined the beaches of Europe with Los Vigilantes, converted hundreds on the all-night diesel-powered festival circuit and in the midst of it all took a vacation down to Puerto Rico and committed to tape a new full-length that you should get every inch of, entitled If It Ain’t Paint Fumes It Ain’t Worth A Huff.
Are you ready for showtime in the sewer?!
The reconstituted, undiluted, all-original moldy trinity is back and it's the Egyptian rats' revenge! Powered by Brett Colton Whittlesey's junkyard guitars, weaponized for maximum travelin' speed while up in the spaceways in vicious post-Sharrock / Ayler cacophony: yeah, that's when my mind split open. Givin' the rhythm is Joshua Johnson, a one man groove section whose ripping gringo swing is the stuff of legends and in high demand with Bloodshot Bill, King Khan's Tandoori Knights and his own lascivious brand, Wahyas. Out front is Elijah Von Cramon, master of the sharp-toothed groove and the lyrical lather, there's nary a dry eye or crotch in the house when he lets loose on the microphone.
They don't have to come back to the crossroads: they live here, honey. Their night beats your month. We need them now more than ever, so let us each relax, take a deep huff, and get bent to where we once were wrong.
Are you ready for showtime in the sewer?!
The reconstituted, undiluted, all-original moldy trinity is back and it's the Egyptian rats' revenge! Powered by Brett Colton Whittlesey's junkyard guitars, weaponized for maximum travelin' speed while up in the spaceways in vicious post-Sharrock / Ayler cacophony: yeah, that's when my mind split open. Givin' the rhythm is Joshua Johnson, a one man groove section whose ripping gringo swing is the stuff of legends and in high demand with Bloodshot Bill, King Khan's Tandoori Knights and his own lascivious brand, Wahyas. Out front is Elijah Von Cramon, master of the sharp-toothed groove and the lyrical lather, there's nary a dry eye or crotch in the house when he lets loose on the microphone.
They don't have to come back to the crossroads: they live here, honey. Their night beats your month. We need them now more than ever, so let us each relax, take a deep huff, and get bent to where we once were wrong.
Elijah von Cramon: vocals and rhythm guitar
Brett Whittlesey: lead guitar
Ben Carr: bass
Ian Rose: Drums
Thank you to Get Hip, Jota, Ian, Ben, and all the boys and girls in Puerto Rico.
All tracks by Paint Fumes
Recorded at Eldorado studios in Caimito, PR by Jorge Mundo
Brett Whittlesey: lead guitar
Ben Carr: bass
Ian Rose: Drums
Thank you to Get Hip, Jota, Ian, Ben, and all the boys and girls in Puerto Rico.
All tracks by Paint Fumes
Recorded at Eldorado studios in Caimito, PR by Jorge Mundo